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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.