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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Urselle,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.