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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Monolake,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.