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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Erasure,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.