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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.