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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.