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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.