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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.