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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.