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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Pagans,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.