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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.