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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Dark Day 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.