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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.