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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.