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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
JFA,
Skriet,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.