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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.