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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.