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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Neu! 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.