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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.