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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.