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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Slave,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.