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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.