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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The Index,
Q65,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.