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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.