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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Ituana,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.