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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.