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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ultravox 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.