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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.