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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.