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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.