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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.