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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.