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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.