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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.