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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
10cc,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.