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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.