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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.