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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.