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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.