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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.