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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.