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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.