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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.