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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.