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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.