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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.