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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.