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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
World's Most,
JFA,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.