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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.