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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.