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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.