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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.