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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.