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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.