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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Searchers,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.