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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.