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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.