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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s 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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.