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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.