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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.