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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Litter,
CMW,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.