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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.