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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Negative Approach 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.