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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.