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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.