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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
MDC,
AZ,
Monolake,
Slave,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.