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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.