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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.