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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.