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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
UT,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.