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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.