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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.