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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.