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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.