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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.