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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
The Skatalites,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.