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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.