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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.