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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.