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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.