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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.