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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.