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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.