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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
X-102,
cv313,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Symarip,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.