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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.