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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.