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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.