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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 cv313 to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.