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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.