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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.