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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.