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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.