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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.