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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.