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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Japan,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.