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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe 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 Doors,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.