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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.