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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.