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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.