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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.