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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.