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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.