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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.