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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.