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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.