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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.