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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.