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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.