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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.