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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.