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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
ABC,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.