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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.