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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.