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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.