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 Burkina and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.