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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Crime,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.