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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.