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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.