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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.