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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.