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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.