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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.