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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.