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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.