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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.