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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.