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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
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Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.