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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.