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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Cameo,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.