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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Whodini,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.