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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 In Retrospect 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.