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 Oman 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.