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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.