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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.