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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.