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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.