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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.