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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.