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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.