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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.