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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.