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 Japan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.