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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.