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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Television,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.