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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Angry Samoans 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.