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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.