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 Korea North 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.