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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.