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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.