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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.