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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.