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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.