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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.