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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.