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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.