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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.