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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.