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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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 Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.