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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.