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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.