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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.