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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.