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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.