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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.