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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.