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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.