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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Index,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.