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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.