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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.