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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.