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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.