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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.