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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
UT,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.