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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.