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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.