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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.