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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.