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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.