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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.