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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.