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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.