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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.