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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toasters to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.