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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.