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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.