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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.