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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.