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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Aswad,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.