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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.