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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.