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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Magma,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.