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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.