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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.