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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.