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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.