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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.