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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
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You don't know what you really want.