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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.