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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.