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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.