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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.