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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.