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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.