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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
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.