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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.