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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.