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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.