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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.