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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.