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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.