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 China and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Ossler,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.