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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.