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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Faust,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.