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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.