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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.