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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The Move,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.