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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.