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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.