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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.