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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.