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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.