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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.