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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.