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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.