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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.