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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.