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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.