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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.