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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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.