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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.