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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Organ,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.