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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Faust,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.