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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Pole,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.