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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.