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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Organ,
Symarip,
Skriet,
cv313,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.