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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
World's Most,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.