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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.