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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
UT,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Crime,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.