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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.