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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.