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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.