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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.