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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.