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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.