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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.