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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.