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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Outsiders,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.