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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Can,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.