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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.