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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.