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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.