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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.