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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Animal Collective 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.