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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.