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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.