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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.