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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 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 Swans to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.