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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Liliput,
The Slits,
New Order,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.