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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.