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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.