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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.