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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.