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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.