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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Residents 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Television,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.