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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.