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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.