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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.