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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.