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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Scientists,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.