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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
UT,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.