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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.