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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.