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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.