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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.