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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.