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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.