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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Interpol,
10cc,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.