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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.