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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.