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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.