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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.