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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.