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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.