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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.