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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.