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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.