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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
UT,
Simply Red,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.