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 Poland 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.