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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.