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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.