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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 ABBA 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.