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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Inner City to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.