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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.