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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.