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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
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The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.