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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.