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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.