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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Darondo,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.