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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.