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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.