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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.