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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.