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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.