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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.