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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.