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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.