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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.