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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Index,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.