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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.