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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.