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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
X-102,
Q65,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Scion,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.