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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.