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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.