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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.