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 Liberia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.