Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.