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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.