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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.