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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.