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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.