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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.