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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Q65,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.