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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.