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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.