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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.