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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Index,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.