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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.