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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
DNA,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.