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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Brick,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.