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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.