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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.