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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.