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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.