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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Technova,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.