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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Visage,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.