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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Swans,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.