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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.