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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Technova,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.