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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Nas,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.