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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.