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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
World's Most,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
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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.