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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.