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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.