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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.