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 Palau 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
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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.