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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.