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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.