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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.