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 China and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.