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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.