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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.