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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Swans,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.