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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Monks,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.