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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.