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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Television,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.