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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans 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 funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Swans,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.