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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Names,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.