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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.