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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.