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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.