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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Can,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.