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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.