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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Fear,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.