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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.