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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Can,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
The Move,
Visage,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.