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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.