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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.