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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Nico,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.