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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.