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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.