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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Monolake,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.