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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.