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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.