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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Scion,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.