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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
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.