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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.