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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 10cc to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.