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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.