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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.