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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Can to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
June Days,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.