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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.