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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.