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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.