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 Honduras 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.