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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
DNA,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.