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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.