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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
MC5,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.