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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.