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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.