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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.