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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.