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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Wire,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.