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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.