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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.