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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.