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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.