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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.