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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.