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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.