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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Brick,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.