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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
CMW,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.