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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 güiro 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 MC5 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.