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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Crime,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.