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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.