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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.