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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.