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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
AZ,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.