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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.