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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.