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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
10cc,
the Human League,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.