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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.