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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.