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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.