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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.