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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.