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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.