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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.