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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.