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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.