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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.