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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.