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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.