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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.