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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
June Days,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.