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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.