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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.