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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.