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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.