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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.