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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Index,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.