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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Franke,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.