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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.