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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.