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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.