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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.