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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.