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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.