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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.