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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.