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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
The Evens,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Lyres,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.