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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.