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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.