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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.