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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.