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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.