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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.