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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.