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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.