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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Names,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.