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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.