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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.