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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.