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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Germs to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.