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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.