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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Index,
AZ,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.