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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Index,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.