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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.