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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.