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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.