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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.