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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.