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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.