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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.