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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.