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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.