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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.