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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.