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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.