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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.