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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.