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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.