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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.