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 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.