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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.