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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.