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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.