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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
CMW,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.