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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jandek to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Liliput,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.