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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Television,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.