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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
X-102,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.