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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.