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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.