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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Slave,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Television,
Mars,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
ABC,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.