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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Standells,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.