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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Gong,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.