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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.