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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Television,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.