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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.