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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.