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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.