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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.