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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.