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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.