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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.