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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
JFA,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.