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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.