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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.