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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.