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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.