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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.