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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.