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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.