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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.