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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.