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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.