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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
MC5,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.