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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.