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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.