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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.