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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.