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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
10cc,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.