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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
ABC,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.